I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [100]

ROAR~~~~!

The monstrous roar reverberated across the sea, reaching every ear in Guyun Stone Forest and beyond.

Massive waves surged outward, and towering pillars of seawater erupted like fountains, each one a testament to the incredible power now unleashed.

The air screamed. The earth quaked.

From within the watery columns emerged the colossal form of an eight-headed azure serpent, its serpentine body stretching kilometers, covered in intricate, otherworldly patterns.

Even the slightest movement of the beast caused Guyun Stone Forest to tremble violently.

ROAR~~~!

The serpent bellowed once more toward the heavens.

Above, the once-clear skies began to darken, thick with dense clouds formed by the serpent’s sheer presence and control over the water element.

Osial, the Vortex God—one of the most formidable gods during the Archon War—had returned.

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Wangshu Inn

Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, sat atop the inn, savoring his third serving of almond tofu when he froze.

His expression, usually devoid of emotion, flickered with recognition.

“This presence… the Vortex God,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

In the next moment, a gust of wind wrapped around him as he leapt into the sky, flying swiftly toward Liyue Harbor.

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Jueyun Karst

Three adepti were gathered, their conversation revolving around the recent attack on Ningguang.

To them, the presence of a traitor within Liyue was an undeniable conclusion, and suspicion heavily leaned toward Keqing of the Qixing.

As they deliberated on how to expose her before the people, all three abruptly paused, their faces darkening.

Cloud Retainer was the first to break the silence.

“Osial, the Vortex God, has broken free of his seal… and at this precise moment, when Rex Lapis has seemingly perished?”

“How brazen!” Mountain Shaper roared, his normally placid features contorted with anger, fiery light flickering in his eyes.

“We must act,” River Carver said gravely. “This was Rex Lapis’s charge to us for millennia. No matter what, we must suppress this god once more.”

River Carver stepped forward, preparing to leave the domain.

But Cloud Retainer hesitated, voicing a lingering doubt. “Wait. I seem to recall… wasn’t there another god sealed beneath Osial’s prison? The Dust God, Guizhong?”

Mountain Shaper immediately responded, his tone firm. “Indeed. Guizhong, a close friend of Rex Lapis and Qingyun, she often took the form of a dignified woman with flowing robes."

Cloud Retainer nodded, continuing, “I remember that Guizhong sacrificed herself during the Archon War, slain by Azhdaha. Due to his unique power, her physical form was reduced to dust, and her godly soul was so damaged it nearly ceased to exist.”

“It was Rex Lapis who placed her near Osial, using the Vortex God’s restorative Hydro energy and divine soul as a means of nurturing her shattered spirit. But if Osial is awakened now, does this mean Guizhong might return as well?”

Mountain Shaper’s response was cold and direct. “Impossible. Even if she did, she would return as a mindless beast—a Dust Beast—devoid of her former self.”

His blunt words elicited a sigh from the others, who knew the bitter truth.

River Carver chuckled bitterly, saying, “Two gods at once? Even during the Archon War, we never faced such madness. Without Rex Lapis and Qingyun to lead us, fighting two top-tier gods is unthinkable.”

Cloud Retainer’s voice cut through the gloom, resolute. “Regardless, we must go. This is not just a matter of old oaths to Rex Lapis. It is also our duty to aid the Tianquan, who we pledged to support. A verbal contract remains a contract.”

The other two nodded solemnly.

“Let us go,” Mountain Shaper declared.

“Indeed. We advance, come what may,” River Carver added with determination.

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Yiyan Temple – Rite of Parting

Zhongli stood beneath the three ceremonial offerings, his posture composed and serene.

The murmurs of the crowd—filled with anger, grief, and fear—washed over him without perturbing his mind.

The Rite of Parting had begun to ripple outward.

Far across the sea, in the direction of Guyun Stone Forest, a resonance stirred.

At the heart of the chaos surrounding Osial, a faint golden light began to shimmer.

This light was soft yet unyielding, impervious even to the torrents of water Osial spewed forth.

Slowly, the golden light coalesced, its movements deliberate and serene.

Jingle… jingle…

A delicate, clear chime rang out from the golden glow, the sound carrying across the sea and mountains to reach every ear in Liyue.

Jingle… jingle…

It was the sound of a hand bell.

Zhongli closed his eyes, the familiar sound stirring memories long buried.

“I am Guizhong, the Dust God. It is an honor to meet you, Morax.”

“This [Memory of Dust] is a gift for you and Qingyun. Within it lies all my wisdom. Can you unlock it?”

“I will guard Liyue for you. Go forth and conquer without worry, Lord of Geo.”

Images of a woman in flowing robes with a gentle yet resilient gaze flashed through his mind.

Jingle… jingle…

The third chime echoed, and Zhongli raised his hand.

In his palm rested a small hourglass, its sand falling steadily.

Crack… crack…

With a decisive motion, Zhongli crushed the hourglass.

At Guyun Stone Forest, the golden light seemed to break free from its restraints. It pushed past Osial’s roaring torrents and began to take form.

A wave of golden sand erupted into the sky before descending, gathering above Osial’s heads.

The sand coalesced into a humanoid shape.

Her figure was elegant, her robes flowing like a soft breeze over blossoming apricot flowers.

Her face was a blend of mature beauty and youthful innocence—a visage both enchanting and timeless.

But she bore one imperfection: her eyes remained tightly shut, as though unable to open.

Jingle… jingle…

The woman raised her hand, the bell on her wrist chiming softly.

In an instant, a storm of sand enveloped the battlefield, obscuring everything from sight.

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